Clark thought for a while.
“Well!” said he, “it’s a risk, but I’ll run it”
“There isn’t time to get a lawyer now to make out the papers; but whenever you fetch one I’ll do it.”
“I’ll get one to-day, and you’ll sign the papers this evening. In my opinion by that time the bank’ll be shut up for good, and you’re a fool for your pains. You’re simply throwing away what gold you have.”
Potts went down not long after. It was the fourth day of the run. Miscellaneous callers thronged the place, but the amounts were not large. In two hours not more than five thousand were paid out.
At length a man came in with a carpet-bag. He pulled out a vast quantity of notes.
“How much?” asked the clerk, blandly.
“Thirty thousand pounds,” said the man.
Potts heard this and came out.
“How much?” he asked.